Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is no way to protect,
One's original creations...
From acts of theft.
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If I appeared here,
To fill your ears with fluff...
You wouldn't hear a word,
I had to say!
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Do you think at my age,
I've come to whisper sweet nothings...
With a nibbling done to your ears?
As you can witness and see,
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Wait a cotton picking minute!
Billions are being spent on a monthly basis,
To protect us from 'identified' terrorists!
And yet mass murderers are walking amongst us,
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You don't like me?
And...?
The point you are making is,
What?
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If I thought any part of yesterday I lived,
Had existing benefits for me...
I'd be still there living in it.
Like many nonbelieving,
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Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
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Their failures faced,
Do not come to them.
Because of mistakes made.
Their failures have been created,
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Accepted or not.
Deceived or manipulated,
To replace it with dishonesty.
Truth
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When a people willfully 'and' knowingly,
'Forcefully' allow themselves to deceive.
Others who are unaware of it,
Is clearly a lack of integrity or an honesty felt,
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